41: CC – THE REMIXES

Poetry guest edited by David Prater


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WA[RRA]NTED, [MIS]TAKEN

– for Jane Gibian, with some trepidation [the] OFFER: 3 cans [of] fly spray [or equivalent led more or less straight to the] assorted videos [Unreflexive then, she was more hate, less] Ashbery. [The] Pregnancy test, Hurl[ed, spun like a …

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Black n White Silence

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Kerbside Collection Taken

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Nostalgia

Your window at my throat: the vaseline of strawberries & musk. I rode your lips lustrous, a smitten interior, bride’s breath broke open with salt silk mixed in the singing palms of apple trees. Your hand stripping the red from …

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Silence for indifference.

There’s a siren but far away, A kitten blows like tumbleweed down a street otherwise empty. The closed storefronts are vacant as dreams, and the traffic lights like absence before the raw, Streaks of wind, It is barely dawn, The …

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[After sleep the body’s imprint lingers]

~ In the summer, they are tiny, cotton puffs, thin with the need to escape … These winterdreams are heavier and take longer to sort. ~ unexamined life continuous digital glitch presenting as analog texture. In Fremantle we tour the …

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BEYOND BLACK & WHITE

SIMPLY BY SAILING IN A NEW DIRECTION A net of names drops into the illiterate sea. MY PRIVATE MISSILE CRISIS 28.03.10 Twice miss the mark by seconds. Quivering nights await The mechanic says my engine Is easily fixed Ignition falters …

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Downhill

On good days, I go uphill again; I walk uphill to get groceries. At the top of the hill, it goes down, there is a good place to sit near there. I walk uphill to get groceries, half-way, when the …

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Somewhere in Patagonia

It surrounds me the vernacular, the buzz of your land,

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sue tameS MY BROTHER

my Brother never appears on media as much of

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I am more empty

Pregnancy test,

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Fatality

The king goes under for the third time, the birds are not of this world. Every ship that ever set sail or steered beyond the known, making landfall on a beach of bones. ~ Passing beneath your window, tongue in …

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Beneath "Saw"

after Bella Li’s ‘You Saw Me First Isabella’   You, beneath “saw”. Your “me”, window-first. Tongue Isabella stilled passing dagger; for at indifference my “I” throat smiled you in. Mistook spite. My “of silence”. Myself.   The ewe wind alone …

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apropos (celebration instructions remix)

1. relation between exposure & strength: poppies touch it to the point of no hands   2. sunflowers not anchored by old coins to make art their invisible   3. insect vision a nonblind blind their treasure buzz   4. celebration of husks   5. the rain- framed germination clock not the seed instructions   6. electric grains soft spools of early seedlings purple with the dark

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Endless, Beautiful, Exact

Paradise is here on a beach of bones a bell fracturing air. This is no document of barbarism of clotted blood and glowing flesh its shine too bright for too long. It is seeking resonance, the broken things, falling sunflowers, …

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The Parts That Poets Favour

Face Back Chest Thighs Heart Hand Blood Hand Thighs Palm Thigh Bones Genitals Ankle Bones Tongue Head Womb Nose Egg Nose Nose Eye Lip Iris Tongue Throat Ears Lip Lips Hair Mouth Nails Foot Face Body Blood Flesh Bones Lymph …

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Dialogue Reply

1. Absence makes the heart go in spite of itself. I lack. Dare not to think it. Tried the word– slightly ajar— a barbarity larger than the house entire holding everything together Howl————- Howl———- Hello heavy with antiques, shoes, carts …

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Still Life

You enter the house but as an actor A photographer in Bentleigh East Likes technology but LOVES people You kiss me once and try the word—love. I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities. Photographs of air surround me. …

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WA[RRA]NTED, [MIS]TAKEN (V)

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at exactly 9pm

do all corner shops have to die with peeling skin and rusted chairs, shadows where Christmas lights once rested and spread magic for ice-cream, car-ride-kids? I am convinced the new moon was shot there like a bullet streaking through clouds …

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BLACK & WHITE LITANY

He is convinced his bullet points are monochrome new moons when all’s said and undone. He walks through a red door larger than the house entire, When it grew dark we cried , the cry of the godforsaken gull

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Dogs in space (Remix)

Then somewhere in a kitten comes the lonely panic. The people are a people. The skin was of the dogs and the old woman greeting the wind, the noise. Then the others cross the dogs, their backpacks for viewing. It …

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Common I (DISCO REMIX)

I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities. I was a bright-eyed ingénue at the agency after-party, coked-up, Scarlatti played his cement rib, the tulips were thoroughly roasted, narcotic, terse. Who was Allen Ginsberg? (The incline runs to golden …

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